The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Chapters This Song Is only because the Sky Has

Ye Lingyue wasn't really worried about Nan Shishi's life or death, she didn't have much affection for Buddhism.

But if Nan Shishi loses, then Concubine Qing's Soul Summoning Song will be in a one-sided situation.

Compared with the condensed soul of the Soul Summoning Scripture, the Soul Summoning Song will make Xiahou Qi's soul fly away, but Ye Lingyue is more happy that Nan Shishi can have the upper hand.

Just when Ye Lingyue was worried about Nan Shi Shi, in the sea of ​​​​empty consciousness, Zhu Zhao, who had not made a sound, suddenly choked out.

"Why does this song sound familiar?"

"Grandpa Zhuzhao, do you recognize this song?"

When Ye Lingyue heard this, she hurriedly asked.

Ye Lingyue has always been very clear about Concubine Qing's strength.

Unexpectedly, she killed a carbine this time, and her strength was better than before. Ye Lingyue was also very suspicious that she had the support of other forces behind her.

"I seem to have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while."

Candlelight said helplessly.

It has also lived for more than ten thousand years. It may have heard this melody somewhere, but it can't remember the specific place for a while.

Ye Lingyue rolled her eyes, this candle photo was really useless at the critical moment.

"Hey, let me think about it again, but I can be certain that this Ming Song is not a song from the Ninety-Nine Lands, it should be from the Thirty-Three Days."

Candlelight recalled.

From Thirty-Three Days?

Ye Lingyue was surprised.

Qing Fei's soul-calling song actually came from Thirty-Three Days, so it's no wonder that Nan Shishi's Soul-calling Sutra is no match.

The gap between thirty-three and ninety-nine, Ye Lingyue had already experienced it when she faced the evil god.

If it wasn't for the presence of Zitangsu at that time, I'm afraid Ye Lingyue might not be able to engrave the Evil Emperor.

"That old bald donkey is sure to lose, girl, you still have to think about it, first hide the real dragon soul in your hand."

Zhuzhao still couldn't remember where he heard this dark song, but it kindly reminded Ye Lingyue to transfer Xiahou Qi's soul first.

One person's melody became the roar of ten thousand ghosts, and its lethality greatly increased. When the old monk loses, Xiahou Qi's life and soul will definitely be lost.

"Even Jiuzhou Ding can't protect Xiahou Qi's soul. Where else can his soul be hidden?"

Ye Lingyue is wrong.

"Your Hongmengtian is not the best place to hide, even if it is Mingqu, you can't enter Hongmengtian."

Candlelight reminded angrily.

Ye Lingyue was shocked when she heard it.

How could she forget about this, Hongmengtian is comparable to the world outside the cave, Xia Houqi's soul is inside, and he must be able to feel the roar of the ghosts.

Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated, and with a movement of her spiritual thoughts, people had already entered Hongmengtian.

In the days of Hongmeng, there is abundant spiritual energy and a beautiful scene of wind and sunshine.

Nan Shi and Concubine Qing, who are fighting to the death outside, have no influence on this place at all.

Ye Lingyue raised her palm, and Jiuzhou Ding released Xiahou Qi's soul.

"here is?"

When Xia Houqi came to Hongmengtian Empress, he felt refreshed for a while, and his previous unstable soul power also disappeared.

"This place is called Hongmengtian. You can avoid it here for now, and I will let you out after I clean up the Qingfei."

After Ye Lingyue finished speaking, she wanted to leave.

"Ling Yue, be careful."

Xia Houqi gave Ye Lingyue a deep look.

Ye Lingyue smiled at Qi Yan Ran, and with a move of her divine sense, the person had already left.

Xia Houqi looked at Ye Lingyue, who was still missing, and muttered.

"I owe you, I'm afraid I can't repay it in this life."

Just as Ye Lingyue entered Hongmengtian, the battle between Nan Shishi and Xiahou Qi had already heated up.

The power of Wan Gui's roar was amazing, and the ghost fires around Qing Fei gathered together again.

Whistling and circling around Nan Shi Shi.

"Young benefactor, turn back to the shore. You have summoned so many ghosts, it is difficult to control. Once the ghosts get out of control, it will inevitably affect the people of the entire Xiadu."

Nan Shishi was still struggling, but the golden bowl in his hand was dimly radiant, and his eyebrows and beards were already wet with sweat.

"What do the people of Xiadu have to do with me, let alone Xiadu, even the people of Beiqing."

Qing Fei's eyes were full of coldness.

It's true that Beiqing is her home country, but what did Beiqing do when she was imprisoned in the cold palace and hoped that Beiqing would come forward and help her regain her favor?

did nothing!

She was a dignified Princess Beiqing, but in the end she died of humiliation in the summer palace.

She hated this huge summer palace, and she hated the people of the summer, and wished that they would all die.

"Cousin, how can you say that. Are you the princess of Beiqing?"

The Qing Sect Master on the side has long been frightened by the scene in front of him and his face turns pale.

"Shut up, you idiot, Bei Qing is already dead. After my mother abdicates, Bei Qing is finished. Only the leader of darkness can lead us to rise again."

Concubine Qing gave Qunqing Sect Master a vicious look.

"If you are stubborn, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless."

In Nan Shishi's hands, the golden bowl rose up into the air, and the golden bowl turned over in mid-air.

However, when he saw the bottom of the golden bowl, a burst of golden light flashed, and a "swastika" appeared.

"That is?!"

When Concubine Qing saw the Sanskrit characters on the bottom of the bowl, she was also startled.

"The Buddha Dharma is boundless, my Buddha is compassionate, and the Buddha's light shines."

The golden bowl in Nan Shishi's hands was not an ordinary divine weapon, but a Buddhist vessel.

It is a Buddhist utensil handed down from the Buddhist sect. In the human world, such Buddhist utensils are extremely precious.

In the dark, Ye Lingyue flashed and returned to the summer palace.

She looked up and saw Nan Shishi sacrificed the golden bowl, which was like a small sun hanging outside the summer palace.

"In the hands of the old monk, it is actually a Buddhist artifact. It's just..."

Ye Lingyue didn't have much joy when she saw the Buddha's golden bowl.

Buddhist utensils are very precious to Nanwu Mountain.

But for Ye Lingyue, who once owned Buddhist relics, it was just the same.

In particular, in Ye Lingyue's opinion, there is something wrong with Nan Shishi's Buddhist utensil.

In Ye Lingyue's mind, the magic talisman moved.

The information about the Buddhist artifact clearly appeared in Ye Lingyue's mind.

"The Devil-suppressing Bowl, one of the basic Buddhist utensils left over from ancient times, used to be a Buddha's alms bowl. There is a golden seal script under the golden bowl. The stronger the Buddha's power, the stronger the seal script. This golden bowl has been through 3600 years. For many years, the seal script above has been blurred, and in order to defend against all ghosts, the Buddhist power on the seal script has been greatly reduced, and the golden bowl will be destroyed."

The golden bowl will be destroyed!

A few words flashed in Ye Lingyue's mind.

I heard a muffled sound in the air.

After Ye Lingyue and Nan Shishi heard the sound, their hearts sank. )!!